Chapter 4
It was tentative; both women…barely breathing as their lips pressed against the others for the briefest of moments. Hermione slowly drawing back…eyes opening in question as she gazed into Minerva's face.
Minerva could see the question, the uncertainty…the doubt that Minerva had indeed 'consented' to not only fight; but…to help her, get through this… And with feline grace and speed, Minerva lifted herself forward, surprising Hermione as her arms pulled and abdomen struggled to hold both hers and Hermione's weight…while capturing Hermione's lips with her own in a gentle, yet reaffirming kiss…as she tried to ignore the pulsing of pain along her right rib cage.
Lips sliding across the others…and Minerva felt Hermione respond; her weight shifting as hands released her wrists and one wrapped around her chest…brushing against far too tender ribs as Hermione's other hand fell to the bed to help support them.
Hermione's tongue, slowly running across Minerva's lips…wanting to deepen the kiss. And a new trail of tears slipped into her hairline as she opened her mouth, granting entry…her mind screaming to stop this charade, her body wanting to end the pain; but she desperately tried to ignore her internal protests as Hermione's tongue gently slipped between her lips…tasting…touching…and then meeting and melding against her own. Instinctively, Hermione's arm tightened her hold against Minerva, causing Minerva to respond purely from instinct to Hermione as the rest of her world revolved around the utter pain in her ribs…she vaguely felt the warmth of her body…their breasts touching, despite the separation of clothing…as their kiss continued…
And Minerva felt the moan rumble from Hermione's chest before being able to slip past her lips as she suckled her tongue. "Mmmmhmm." She pulled back, kissing her jaw…releasing her waist, Minerva's muscles and side blissfully relaxing as she sunk back into the mattress; while Hermione moved to her clavicle…collarbone…and then the other side, repeating the process.
Minerva took a moment to assuage her own thoughts, she knew she was doing the right thing…
She just needed time to either break the silencing spell, definitely doable if her body wasn't alive with pain, or entice Hermione to want to release her arms…and she would then be able to take Hermione's wand and end the nightmare they both found themselves in. Not counting Bella and whomever else was witnessing this…
Her thoughts stopped and her heart skip a beat…as tentative hands grazed across her breasts; Hermione glancing up to her as hands traveled lower, to the hemline. Minerva involuntarily pulled her arms, body flexing…ribs catching as Hermione's hands slipped beneath the chemise along her abdomen, moving upwards. Feeling her stop just beneath the swell of her breasts…Hermione's eyes silently begging for permission…as her thumbs ran along the edge of her breasts and fingers kneaded the sides…gently massaging…
This cannot be happening…Minerva thought, trying to picture Amelia before her and not the young woman with deep brown eyes…as she nodded; and at once felt soft hands flutter across the whole of her breasts, sweeping over her nipples…and Minerva's eyes fluttered close, not able to see her student's, Hermione's reaction.
Instead, she focused on the silencing spell and the magic of it…
She began to peel the layers back, unraveling the…
No!…the spell slipped through her thoughts as a supple warmth spread across her nipple…breast…
Her body involuntarily arching into it…
For a moment there was no pain, no concern for their lives, no thought…just feeling as Hermione's mouth suckled her breast.
And it felt good.
She permitted herself to revel in the feeling for a heartbeat, the rush of endorphins…blanketing the pain in her side. It had been almost a year since she had felt Amelia's tender hand skimming across her flesh. Just the thought caused a slow burn to ignite in the pit of her stomach and between her legs and she bit back a moan before it had the opportunity to slip past her lips.
She would not enjoy…
Hermione slipped to her other breast…and Minerva could no longer even summon up the lattice work of the silencing spell; her mind far to fractured as Hermione's lips and tongue coaxed her breast and teased her nipple as her hand continued teasing and gentle ministrations along her other breast.
This…she is your…student…Minerva's mind trying to rationalize, trying to minimize her response…
But Hermione's touch was tender, loving…and was doing nothing to help her resolve or her ability to extricate themselves…as her warm mouth moved her onslaught back to her left breast…an onslaught she had willingly brought on herself…
By consenting…
Consenting not to fight her, Minerva thought as Hermione returned to her right breast…her nipple immediately tightening…and a deep sense of shame burnt through Minerva, abhorring her own body's reaction to Hermione's touches…as she felt a warmth spreading between her legs…
An ache growing…
And her body flushed…
"You are so beautiful." Hermione stated as she leaned forward, green eyes finally blinking open before warm lips covered her own.
And Minerva couldn't process thought…she knew she should have…knew she needed to; but it was lost to her as she responded to the lips sliding across her own purely upon instinct as though she were her lover…her mind still riveted to her body's reaction, her reaction…
The kiss was slow, engaging…her tongue languidly slid across the warm supple one, plunging into her mouth…deeper…and Minerva met each gentle probe with her own…drawing a moan and hips to press involuntarily into her own; and at the contact…Minerva drew away, mentally berating her response…
You've got to focus…or you'll…
Darkening rich brown eyes peered at her…as she reached down…
Both die…or worse…
Fingers grasping her own sweater and pulling it over her head… revealing flushed skin…and a lace bra to emerald eyes.
Take something that isn't to be taken…
In one swift motion; Hermione was leaning down and her mouth was again upon Minerva's breasts…suckling, teasing…tasting…
Rather shared…Minerva thought, desperately trying to focus on something, anything other than the way Hermione's tongue felt along her flesh. With someone you love, she finished as Hermione's lips rolled her nipple and then tugged…
And despite wanting to stop it…wishing to keep the response to herself, a soft sigh slipped from her lips…as her head turned to the side, head tipping slightly upwards…exposing her jaw and neckline…to hungry eyes…and where Hermione's mouth immediately followed…
Nipping, kissing, touching and tasting along her ear, jaw, and far too sensitive neck…causing another sigh to erupt from her lips as she tightened her fists; trying to fight the feeling that the young woman had managed to evoke.
And she realized, that in truth, she had but one option left, as she had not been strong enough…her mind far too scattered and unable to remain focused for the time it took to release the silencing spell. She had to…
Tears blurred her vision at the mere notion…
Love…correction…she thought as shame and an incredible amount of self loathing filled her breast at what she was about to do; make love to Hermione and pray, that during the course of their…passion…Hermione would free her. And, then...she could free them.
Tears burned at the back of her eyes as now deep rich chocolate ones stared wide-eyed at her, and…she swallowed…
Not sure if she could…love…her…as a lover…
And dear Merlin…what would happen after…she quelled that thought line. She needed to get them out of here first…alive.
It was with that thought ringing in her head, that helped Minerva to flicker her gaze to Hermione's swollen lips and then back to Hermione…and then back to the young woman's lush lips…and despite her inexperience…she had understood, and Minerva was torn between being thankful and wishing on some level Hermione hadn't…
But it mattered not…
Brown eyes were already fluttering close as lips neared her own and Minerva found herself at a far different set of crossroads than she had only ten minutes prior; when she had consented not to fight her…but now, she was…on the verge of becoming an active and willing participant…
An active and willing participant…in what would ultimately end her life as an educator and send her to Azkaban…as she would be knowingly taking…another's innocence…even if it meant saving their lives…
And as soft lips grazed hers…she stopped thinking of what the consequences would be of her actions. She stopped thinking of how she had not been strong enough before now; to have to resort to this final and desperate act. She forced herself to stop thinking of the young woman as her, gifted young protégé…and student.
Instead, she thought of Amelia…
Thought of the long, summer lazy afternoons by the loch…punctuated by tender touches, heated kisses, and passionate embraces…
Thought of how her lips felt pressed against her own…
And how much she missed the intimacy…
The burning connection…
And how…Hermione…had managed to re-awaken that connection; whether through coincidence or not…it mattered little…
Because…she needed that connection…
Lips began innately parting her own…and Minerva willingly opened her mouth without reservation…
She would be damned…a minute part of her mind cooed…But at least, Hermione will be alive, another part replied, before she hungrily met Hermione's mouth and tongue with her own…as only a lover could.
Tongues plunging deeply into the other…
Teasing, tasting…
Willingly giving and suckling…
Hermione moaned into Minerva's mouth…and then her head fell to the side, and Minerva didn't stop…
She ran her tongue along her cheek, jaw…and began teasing her ear…nipping at the lobe before drawing it against her lips and into her warmth…
Another moan slipped from her lips before she turned her head back and captured Minerva's lips…in a searing kiss…as Hermione involuntarily pushed her center into Minerva's thigh who in turn, shifted against her…causing another sigh of pleasure to break their kiss…
Minerva involuntarily fought against the restraints, wanting to shed Hermione of her bra…to feel her breasts against her own…
And it was as if Hermione heard her, as she reached back…and shed the very object of Minerva's thoughts…and before Hermione could lower herself back down; she felt herself drown out in feeling…as their breasts touched. Hermione's body…shaking from the contact…as Minerva kissed her nape, jaw…
"Ohhh…" Hermione murmured, "That feels…good."
Vaguely Minerva noticed Hermione was reaching for her wand, and she felt a surge of hope pulse through her veins…Perhaps she will release me, Minerva thought believing an end to their predicament was within reach…
But instead…she felt the softness of her thighs…between her own…and the warmth of her center…rocking over her leg…the last of their clothing vanished.
Please, Hermione…Minerva thought as she leaned forward…increasing the contact of their flesh…
Her scent…mixing with Hermione's…as it rushed to her senses…
And she felt her body responding to the heady, rich essence emanating from Hermione…her animagus instinct now beating in time with her own need. Reveling in how…wanton and ready...she was…
Her body involuntarily flexing…as her desire to touch, taste…Hermione's essence overcame her…to bury herself in the rich, decadent scent…
She felt Hermione's body lying out along left side, her thigh pushing against her already pulsing center as she pressed her own into Minerva's thigh while her mouth encircled her breast.
The pressure…the feeling…coursing through her…and Minerva fought to remain cognizant, stave off her animagus traits…as Hermione switched to her other breast…and she felt a hand trailing down her stomach, fluttering across the hairs to her…center…
Teasing…
As Hermione's mouth teased her nipple…and her scent tickled Minerva's nose…and she couldn't stop herself any longer…her thigh pressing upwards…feeling the warmth…and Hermione shaking at the contact, breaking away from her breast as she moaned.
Chocolate brown had darkened and now mocha eyes passionately blinked to Minerva…her hand toying with the hair along her apex…and then slipping deeper, beneath the hair and curls…into her warmth.
Causing her very breath to catch in her throat…eyes becoming lidded as fingers tenderly slid against her...then back up and Minerva lost the fight…her head tipping back, eyes closing as a sigh eschewed from her lips…reveling in the feeling…the gentle pleasure. The strokes…became more focused, more poignant…as Hermione's ministrations, circled her center…enticing her…
And with hazy eyes, she blinked them open…searching for brown ones…but thought and all aspects ceased as she felt Hermione...plunge inside her…
Her arms, wrists pulled against the restraints as her head shifted, eyes rolling back…and her hips lurched upwards...wanting to take more inside…
Then…she felt her withdraw…as a shift in weight occurred…and Minerva felt her legs become free…Hermione staring at her, mocha eyes...peering intently into her own. And then she set her wand down, "I…can't…" Hermione whispered…leaning forward to kiss her jaw; the intended message buried in the depths of pain in her eyes.
She couldn't free her arms…because of the curse, no more than…she could free herself…and Minerva turned her head, pulling Hermione into a deep, passionate kiss as both women fought to rid themselves of the demons and revel in the moment, a moment that never should have happened…a moment that would forever be burned into both of their memories…and a moment, that both…could no longer stop…
And in their own way, now…no longer wanted to stop.
As it was a moment…to cherish…a light to hold on to before darkness fell.
Hermione pulling back, shifting…her warm breath dancing along Minerva's cheek and ear. "Please…" Her voice, raw…filled with…emotion. "Make love to me."
Minerva leaned forward, tears in her eyes…kissing the side of Hermione's head…her cheek…as the younger woman pulled back. And she gently…took Hermione's lips to her own…as she shifted her lower body…legs wrapping…
Her ribs catching…
And the twinge…not going unnoticed by Hermione…
Sparking another wave of emotion to ripple behind mocha eyes, as she stared into emerald eyes. "I don't know how to heal…ribs…" She choked… "I'm sorry…"
Minerva nudged her nose against Hermione's chin…kissing her jaw…drawing her back in…as her legs pulled Hermione down…
And into her warmth…
Their kiss…breaking…Hermione moaning…Minerva's coming out as a sigh…and their bodies…pushing…straining to increase their contact…as they began moving…
Hermione's hands pulling Minerva's hips closer…
Their warmth blanketing the other…
"Ohhh…Minerva…" She whispered in a broken voice, "This feels…ohh…" She rocked her hips, "I…want…" Her words died away as her hips began meeting Minerva's…
Minerva setting a slow, building…tempo...as their breasts met the others…her hands clenched as she strained upwards…
The sounds of her own moans...dying upon her lips…but knowing that they mirrored Hermione's…
"You…feel…so…good…" Hermione murmured, arching…
"…." Minerva could feel her magic…her core…the ache between them beginning to build…
"Oh…." Hermione crooned… "Minerva..."
Their hardened nipples…grazing…heightening…
"Herm…ione…" The charm slipping away, and only in the vague recesses of her mind did she realize…what had happened, as their tempo…increased…
But…Minerva…fought for clarity…
Her voice barely a whisper, fluttering across the breeze to release her arms and by the time they came to Hermione's hips…she had already uttered the spell to release Hermione.
Their movement grinding to a heated stop…
Bodies entwined…
Passion filled eyes…staring down at Minerva in both horror and wanton need.
Minerva feeling, Hermione going to move, but her hands stilling the younger woman; as she leaned forward. "You have to kiss me." She breathed for her ears alone. "They're still watching…"
Shocked, mortified eyes found hers; and before Hermione could think; she felt Minerva's lips against her own.
And she returned the kiss. Mind numbly responding to the sensation…her hips automatically rocking back and forth, reveling in the warmth and softness that met her own…hips…as the feeling…the need…she had felt while under the curse re-ignited.
Only to feel the soft lips leave her own, a deep brogue to lace her ears…sounding strained… "Try not…to move." Minerva ground out…as she felt her hand along her left hip leave…
And Hermione…realized that Minerva had grabbed her wand. She felt elated…relieved…
Minerva would be casting a spell…and her mind had moved past the awkwardness of how their bodies were entwined…
As she rejoiced in the notion that they would get out of this…alive…
And…
Then she felt…a tingling against her center…her warmth…a moan innately slipping from her throat…as her hips thrust into the tingling.
It felt…
Hermione couldn't describe the feeling…didn't want to…she only wanted to feel more…
It had felt…wonderful before…
Now…
Her head falling back…eyes fluttering close…as she thrust her body forward…
Feeling…Minerva's warmth encompass her own…
The tingling spreading…
It seemed to touch everywhere…they were touching…
And…she felt…Minerva's hips jerk against her own…
"Ohhhh…Miner…va…" She crooned…
And again…
"Y…es…"
xoxo
Minerva forced her mind to remain focused; as she wove the spell. Feeling the magic…coursing through her…igniting their own passion as it spiraled through her…Hermione reacting…and rocking against her…
And she fought…to remain…coherent, to keep the spell…
As her hips met Hermione's…
Their magic fluttering across their skin…
She bit her lip, tears springing to her eyes…as their nipples brushed…hips jerked…and Hermione's plea graced her ears…
Just a few more seconds…and then…
The spell finally shooting from the wand, outward…her magic and the spell practically uncontrolled as Hermione rocked against her again…and Hermione's wand clattered to the floor as she dropped her hands to Hermione's hips…
Her intent to separate themselves…
But…
It was too late.
Hermione's legs tightened…as her hips jerked upwards…and Minerva felt a rush of warmth flood against her own core…
And Minerva's body reacted…
The first twinges of an orgasm beginning to ripple across her…as Hermione's body collapsed into Minerva's as she murmured, "Ohh…y…es…Min…erva…yes…."
And she hugged Hermione to her…tears flowing down her cheeks…as wave after wave coursed through her…and Hermione clutched at her, her body trembling with aftershocks as Minerva's own arms and legs twitched too.
Xoxo
A/N: End it here or delve into the aftermath? Thoughts?